Heat burst in Betrys’s face and a croaking sound emerged from her throat.“I-I—”
Iseult leaned back, more her old self—unpredictable and in charge.“Don’t bother to deny it.What I want to know is why you’re enjoying yourself, partaking of the resort amenities, when I sent you here to do a job.”Her gaze journeyed up and down Betrys until it landed back on Betrys’s face, and she scowled.“Why would a man spend time with you when he could have me and get paid for the episode?Is this man blind?”
A lump bloomed in Betrys’s throat, blocking her emotions and the mechanism of successful speech.She bit her bottom lip and concentrated on keeping a professional image.
“I need a man,” Iseult said.
Betrys wanted to tell Iseult that most women wooed on their own.She wanted to tell Iseult that Leo appeared to enjoy taking her to bed.She wanted to tell Iseult to get fucked, and not in the way she wanted.
But she knew better.
Control was the key here.Hidden by the folds of her robe, she balled her hands into tight fists, dug her fingernails into her palms.
Control.
Instead of replying, Betrys said the words that tingled on her lips in her mind.Get fucked, Iseult.
The act of rebellion cheered her, lent steel to her backbone, and she lifted her chin.“I have a suggestion.I could arrange for several suitable men to come and meet you, and you can put your case to them yourself.Maybe if they met you in person, your offer of employment would prove more attractive.”
A slow smile curled across Iseult’s lips, and Betrys knew the woman liked the idea.She thought she’d sweet talk every man she met into signing her contract.Betrys knew that wouldn’t happen.
“Should I arrange the meetings?”
“Yes.That is a good idea.Arrange this for tomorrow.That will give me time to recover from the journey and refresh.”
“Of course,” Betrys said.“Was there anything else you required before I leave?”
“No, you may go.Report back to me tonight before dinner.”
“Should I order dinner for you?”
“Yes, make sure you order fruit nectar and red meat.I wish to build my strength.”
“Of course.”Betrys turned away to unload the various plates of food items before wheeling the trolley to the door.
“Oh, Betrys.”
Betrys turned to face her employer.“Yes?”
“I expect you to work, not play with the resort employees.You are here to do a job, and your son’s safety depends on your success in recruiting a man for my use.”
Chapter Twelve
Leopacedhisroomswhile waiting for Betrys to return from her interview with Iseult.The woman was evil, and despite Betrys’s assumption that Iseult wouldn’t attack her, there was always a first time.
A tap sounded on the door, and long strides took him there.He wrenched the door open.
“It’s you,” he said to his oldest brother and glanced along the gravel path.He couldn’t see Betrys.“I thought it would be Betrys.”
“She still with Iseult?”
“Yeah.”
Saber pushed Leo back and stepped inside.“I’ve heard from Sly and Joe.They think it will be easy enough to snatch Ricci and intend to go in tonight.Sly said they’ll ring us as soon as they have Betrys’s son.”
“Good.”
“How are you feeling?You’re moving better—not so hunched over.”
